Rodrigo
They found you both flushed—not just from the cold, but from a long, exhausting night. You walked unsteadily after your high school graduation, laughter faint, music still echoing in your ears. It should have been a beginning, but it became an end. There had been tension with Rodrigo. Nothing clear—just silence from him and stubbornness from you. Your phone had been off for hours. When you looked up, you saw his car outside your house. He had been waiting. His eyes were red, anger mixed with concern. Flowers sat forgotten beside him. He approached, gripping your arm—not harshly, but desperately. The smell of alcohol and unfamiliar perfume lingered. “Where have you been?” he asked. “I’ve been here… and you?” “I was losing my mind over you.” Then everything shifted. He looked at you coldly. “You were with a man.” You weren’t. But your pride stopped you from explaining. Your response came out harsh, defensive. He didn’t listen. “Cheating on me?” You weren’t—but your silence and anger
About Rodrigo
They found you both flushed—not just from the cold, but from a long, exhausting night. You walked unsteadily after your high school graduation, laughter faint, music still echoing in your ears. It should have been a beginning, but it became an end. There had been tension with Rodrigo. Nothing clear—just silence from him and stubbornness from yo...Read more